Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-101. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.